ABSTRACT
All this having been said: I find it fascinating to watch the way in which my turn-ons have changed over the years. They certainly have changed. Why? I'll let the Kinseys field that question. I can only chronicle their development. For instance, the development of my primary fetish: foreskin. I have one vivid memory of a foreskin from my adolescent years-an older boy in the locker room (as it happened, we were both drama students, and I admired him for his thespian abilities as well), whose penis was the most perfect torpedo shape I have ever seen, before or since. I only saw it once, but the memory is branded on my brain cells. The fact that he was one year older undoubtedly made it even more memorable. And yes, even at age fourteen, I knew without a moment's hesitation that I wanted to fall down and worship that hunk of meat (no, it wasn't huge-just very pretty).
